A - A whole notha kind of folks, kinda slow, but we gotta go cause the world's so Ill&
L - Livin' the life and livin' it right and livin' for Christ and that's real in the field&
I- Intelligent but irrelavent without Christ, it's nothing but another sin element&
E- Eternal Purpose, without it this earth is dead and worthless&
N- Never stop giving Him Props, Giving Him praise now until the end of our days.&
S- Seek Him and please Him and let the people know that they need Him.&
Aliens! New Creations, new free agents, aint signed to sin
What the world do, we don't do, cause we wanna do what the Lord does; Christ within our
system& listen our mission's the Great Commisssion we come here to represent Him that's why we call ourself Christianans &- Ha-&
Let me spit another line for the Plumbline and the Frontline one time on the front lines&
keep holdin' it down for all the pilgrims all over the world representing for the bloodline
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Aliens! Strangers in Places, foreign in lands that we are in, call us peculiar, but know that we are
Aliens! Strangers in Places, foreign in lands that we are in, call us peculiar, but know that we are
Aliens!Aliens! Strangers in Places, foreign in lands that we are in, call us peculiar, but know that we are Aliens!
Tedashii - I feel like running through the middle of the campus with the Gammas dropping hammers,
waving banners, saying "JESUS SAVES!"& Bringing together the bretheren in a circle in a cipher on
the corner yellin' "Pass the Phrase!"& Taking heirs of the Kingdom to the field of mission so they can
spill vision to the children missin' & telling the men in prison about the "Peace be stiller" "Mr. Rise &
Walk" and "Mr. Heal your vision"& Mr. Jesus of Nazareth& bloodied and beaten and we were the
reason for the massacare& for the sin I commit and even when I slip His love is there to grab us up&
so as for us& We Hit hoods just like caddilacs& and like James in the Kackalacki (James Roberson in
North Carolina)&
do things that will make Him Happy&He asks and we do them gladly&We came here as satan's
lacky's& Now through Christ I call Him Daddy& He changed us from actin' crappy& now I'm just a
pilgrim passing& I learned that I don't belong& Got new game,
new life, new song& don't fit in? theres nothing wrong& Anti-culture's what I'm on& Royal Priesthood
a chosen one& Rep Him well until He comes& Proposing to people about the propitiation, pre-paid
when Christ died and decided it was done& Preaching to the pushed aside prostitute, destitute
working the block just to feed her son& so if you see us lookin' different dog don't be trippin' just
know that we are ALIENS!
Chrous:
I wish I had a dollar every time I heard em holla that I look like seem like talk like them&
I blend in til I stand out and shout "Jesus!"& Man I really wanna be like Him&
And it's funny, they love me until I speak the truth and then they say I'm trying salt they game&
I gotta do it...I'm the salt of the earth I eat, breath, sleep, think, walk, and talk that man&
We are not from this planet, we are not from this earth, C.O.G.'s(Children of God) something
distinctive bout the way that we work& I never wanna be discredited for editing the elements
evident of a heaven sent resident& I just wanna represent Jesus He the way, the holy King, the
priest, and the President& I'mma put it in motion& the world loves sin they boastin'& they put it on
like some lotion& if you focused you fall for the hocus pocus and fall tryna gain ya focus&
And I aint Jokin'& we aint here to play no games we foreigners in new terrain&
Here on mission to represent Him and full of biblical amnuition& we aliens!
Chorus